After Becoming a Little |

"...It's Xiaoya's eye problem." The mother said in a strange voice, "I haven't fulfilled my responsibility as a mother, I—"

"Mother-----"

Accompanied by a cuckoo's cry of blood, the door of the room was pushed open, and Li Guang's Little Stewed Chicken Noodles who pushed the door hadn't raised his head to look at his mother, when a pretty pale face flashed behind her, A girl with exquisite eyebrows and pretty face, who should be angry or happy, but who is weak and sick at first glance.

The girl ran two steps forward and fell heavily to the ground.

The voice was very deep, and I could hear two layers—the first layer was a painful fall.

The second layer is that this girl really has no breasts, that must be the sound of her ribs slapping the ground through her clothes...

My mother frowned violently, not knowing why she suddenly felt a little terrified.

But then, this panic was replaced by worry about her daughter, she struggled to get up from the bed: "Xiao Ya, are you okay—"

Fortunately, Li Guang's Little Stewed Chicken Noodles took advantage of her height and was closer to the ground than everyone else present. She bent down to help her helpless senior sister.

Aliya sniffed, and sat on the ground in a weak posture like a duck, feeling faintly about to cry.

Li Guang's Little Stewed Chicken Noodles pursed his lips and took out a small dust whisk from his sleeve, and gently patted the floating ash on the latter's body like waving a feather duster.

I don’t know if it’s because her craftsmanship is not very good—or her craftsmanship is too superb. These simple actions made Ai Xiaobaihua suddenly become a big face, and anyone who came would have to rise immediately. The impression of water and dust', the kind full of sympathy.

The wind stopped and the rain cleared up, but my mother looked at this scene and held her heart, feeling that she was about to die again.

Fortunately, the old dean couldn't stand it anymore. She picked up her small stove and walked out the door. Before going out, she lifted the back collar of Li Guang's small stewed chicken noodles: "I have something to do, go to the door first." I'm busy, this little girl is here to give me a hand... Huh?"

Originally, I thought that I could pull this small child away like a kitten or a puppy, but the old director pulled up the collar of Li Guang Xiao Stewed Chicken Noodles, feeling that he was Pulling a cloth bag full of iron.

One must know that Li Guang's Little Stewed Chicken Noodles is not carrying a lead sword case, and she doesn't know where she hid the Mount Tairuo sword.

But even so, the old dean, who was exercising very well every day, tried his best to move up, but he still couldn't move the child.

All she got was Li Guang's little stewed chicken noodle's puzzled eyes looking up at San Wu's small face...

It must weigh at least two hundred catties—what kind of things does this girl have on her body?

Aliya covered her mouth and coughed weakly a few times, like a weak willow supporting the wind.

So Li Guang's Little Stewed Chicken Noodles bowed his head in resignation, stretched out his small hand and stuffed it into the hand of the old dean, and followed her out.

When the door was closed, Aliya also groped to find the edge of her mother's strange bed. She was overjoyed and embraced her mother's arm affectionately: "Mama—"

So Lu Wuxia looked at her daughter hugging the railing at the end of the bed and calling her mother with a strange expression, and suddenly had an illusion of 'the daughter was snatched away'.

"Cough—Xiaoya, I'm here."

She reached out and took Alicia's wrist.

Start cold...

The mother who loved the child sighed strangely, gently pulled Alia over, stuffed her hands into the quilt and held her in her arms: "Do your eyes feel better?"

Alia thought you were blind, didn't you see that I was blind—but she was a good and filial child after all, she just shook her head and lived up to her mother's expectations: "It's much better, I feel like I can see things soon Now, I can vaguely see your shadow now, don't worry, mom."

Lu Wuxia was even more worried - the target of Aliya's gentle expression was the bedside table.

Is there something wrong with the child's ears?

Her heart ached, she blamed herself, she felt useless, she was so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe, she just felt that the air was full of anxiety.

How to do?The child is getting worse and worse!

Although this is correct, she is indeed useless, but for Ai Xiaobaihua's current problems, she cannot be blamed on her.

Ai Xiaobaihua seemed to have noticed something, she touched it with her hand, and finally found her numb face, and immediately put on a sensible smile: "Are you feeling better, Ma Ma? Is there something wrong?"

"...It's much better, and in a few days, mother will recover." Lu Wuxia helped her daughter straighten the hair on the forehead, but felt that the child's eyebrows and eyes were full of weakness: "You should take a good rest , Waiting for mother to ask the old dean to prescribe two soups for you, you ask for leave and rest at home for a few days, don't run around."

"Oh." Aliya gave the omnipotent answer of suffocating the puff pastry, her expression couldn't tell whether she agreed or disagreed, and she was quite peaceful for a while.

"Don't worry about the eyes, mom will be—"

"Mama, sister Lu said before——what did you say?" Aliya interrupted Lu Wuxia's words inadvertently, and then perked up her ears in doubt: "What's going on in a few days?"

"It's nothing." Lu Wuxia frowned when she heard a certain key word, "You said just now, Sister Lu...your master uncle?"

"Ah."

"What did she say?"

"She said she could cure my eyes, and it only took ten days and half a month to let some incompetent guys be honest."

"..." Lu Wuxia was silent for a moment after hearing the words, then snorted coldly: "The person is nowhere to be seen, but the words are quite full..."

"Mama, what does this mean? Who are you talking about the incompetent guy? Do you know Mama?"

"...I know. Mom probably knows who she's talking about. It's...a friend of Mom's."

"Oh, so it's your friend—she also said...forget it, let's not talk about it."

"What else did she say?"

"I feel that the tone is not very good." Alia scratched her head: "Sister Lu seems to be quite angry."

"It's okay, let's talk."

"She also said that she will deal with some big devil, and she doesn't need someone...well, it should be that friend of mom, and she doesn't need that friend of yours to hold her back, just tell her the information, if she catches If the big devil can't kill the other party on the spot, then she is raised by a dog mother."

"……vulgar!"

"Mama, I've checked, and the dog mother should be talking about a certain Vtber, some kind of Qile, but I don't read those, so I can't remember the name clearly."

"What else did she say?"

"She also said that if that friend of yours doesn't get well soon, she will forcefully arrange for the little secretary to take over, lest your friend kill himself and cause the child to lose his mother—— Mama, who is the little secretary? ? It sounds like they have a messy relationship, isn't that friend of yours just like the one shown on TV, isn't the family relationship very harmonious?"

"..."

PS: On March 3, Buffett's diary: I am too young...

PS2: Tomorrow continues (in good spirits

Chapter 756 0741-It's So Difficult to Be a Human (Referring to Myself

Through the viewing glass of the door of the ICU ward, the old dean outside the window sighed.

She took a sip of the hot tea in the thermos, and said helplessly, "It's a crime..."

Why are these two girls so out of step?No matter how acute the conflict between mother and daughter was, it never reached this level.

Alia is a girl to her, and Lu Wuxia is still young to her—even though her own mother is going to be 50 soon.

Little Aunt Li Guang was too short, so she stood on her tiptoes trying to see what was going on inside, but the top of her head couldn't reach the lower edge of the glass window.

The old dean originally subconsciously wanted to hug her up, but he moved his fingers, remembering the weight of the child who knew what was falling on him before, and quickly dismissed the idea.

However, she looked at the height of little Taoist Li Guang, and thought about the strange weight of the child, and couldn't help but squat down to grab the latter's wrist, and squeezed it gently.

Liguang Little Stewed Chicken Noodles was being played with for some unknown reason, and it looked like a happy little fox standing there blankly.

"How long have you been this tall?" The old dean frowned: "Have you taken an X-ray? Has the bone line closed?"

"?" Liguang Little Stewed Chicken Noodles looked down at his body, shook his head, and nodded again.

"That's it..." The old dean didn't know if he understood what she meant, and after thinking for a while, he sat down on the side chair next to him: "Do you want to grow taller?"

Li Guang's small stewed chicken noodles tilted his head, and there was great doubt on his small face.

Since she was nine years old, she has basically not grown up, and she basically doesn't pay much attention to things like 'growing taller'.

"You read the latest issue of "Nature" magazine... Heh, I almost forgot that you are not a medical student." The old dean came to his senses halfway through, and skipped the prefix to conclude: "Previous studies have believed that human Skeletal development, from progenitor cells—"

"In the terminal growth plate of long bones, chondrocytes form the scaffold from which stem cell-like progenitors give rise."

Li Guang's small stewed chicken noodles showed a different intelligence and knowledge from Quan Zhi's addition of Ai Mangmang, and added softly.

It can be seen that this child has studied biology with the Taoist nun in white for many years, and his basic knowledge is very solid.

The old dean's eyes widened a little, as if he couldn't believe it.

After all, Liguang's small stewed chicken noodle is so small that no matter who it is, it will be regarded as a child like a porcelain doll at first impression.

If it weren't for her intuition as a doctor for many years, she found that the little girl's body seemed to have stagnated in growth, and she probably wouldn't have thought of talking to her about these topics-but talking to herself, and talking to someone, is obviously Two experiences.

"That's right." The old dean nodded with relief: "But researchers from Karolinska Institutet found that during embryonic development, small clone cells come from the corresponding progenitor cells just like our original point of view. , but after birth, changes in cellular dynamics lead to the formation of stable clones that have now been shown to be responsible for the acquisition of regenerative capacity of chondrogenic progenitors."

Li Guang's Little Stewed Chicken Noodles froze for a moment, blinked his big eyes, and looked down at his short legs again.

"This kind of progenitor cell behavior is very common in tissues such as skin or blood that are constantly producing new cells, which means that if the progenitor cells are in a specific microenvironment, it helps to produce the necessary cells and can be naturally renewed. "

Others may find it difficult to speak when they hear this, but to sum it up, the current theory of human body regeneration is only one-sided, and a new research direction has been found.

Not just bones, but even other tissues of the human body.

In fact, it was because of the extraordinary power of a filial daughter that the old dean consulted the latest global research summary and learned knowledge that was not recognized by the mainstream academic circles.

After all, although Aliya's accelerated regeneration is said to be an extraordinary power, in a sense, it still does not break away from the current normal biological category of Blue Star.

Accelerated regeneration or something, if the technology tree is tapped to the cell level, maybe the Blue Star humans will be able to touch it by climbing a few steps forward.

It also means that the growth of bones follows a completely different mechanism from the previous view - the growth stagnation of the little nun Liguang can be re-evaluated under this theory.

The National Academy of Sciences is currently taking this path. They are actually not very enthusiastic about studying how Alia releases the high-energy rays in her body, because the irreproducible individual ability actually promotes the overall technology. Not too decisive for construction.

You can't take Aliya to slice it, and then see if there is really a nuclear reactor in your stomach, right?

But they are very interested in how Alia's ability acts on progenitor cells, how to make these progenitor cells acquire the ability to self-renew, and generate a large number of body tissues like stable chondrocytes.

I can't build an e-commerce platform by myself, but I can open a store on the e-commerce platform to make money!

The derivatives of secondary technology are often the most cost-effective research projects that come in the shortest time.

Think about it, if on the urban battlefield, soldiers from both sides fought in the street to the worst extent, with corpses lying everywhere and blood flowing into rivers.

On the one hand, I had to shout for the medical soldiers to come quickly, and on the other hand, I directly took out the resurrection needle, gave myself a needle, and drew half of my blood to restore part of my combat power.

Tsk tsk tsk, I'm afraid I can blow up the opponent on the spot. The enemy shouted that the Republic is invincible-the picture is so beautiful that I wake up laughing.

Even if it can’t achieve the level that is close to science fiction, it can shorten the trauma recovery period of soldiers that originally took three to five months to three to five days, which is an irresistible temptation for the ever-changing battlefield.

Not to mention the many sequelae of natural recovery nowadays, which are basically caused by the inability of the injured body to recover. Severing a limb means an absolute loss of combat power, and even if it is reconnected, it cannot be restored to the previous state. Degree.